Penultimate Playground Post
Received a comment
about hand-clapping games on the playground and my first reaction was that we
didn’t have any in Boston, they were (are) probably a regional tradition. But then in the middle of the night a rhyme
came to me that seemed to make my hands twitch a bit:
Pease porridge
HOT
Pease porridge
COLD
Pease porridge
IN the pot
Nine days OLD.
I do wish this
blog had some nine-year-old readers who could tell me if all of that still goes
on, if one Big Girl organizes the first-graders and passes on the rhymes.
I doubt kids still do hand-clapping, but I DO remember Miss Mary Mack.
ReplyDeleteMiss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephant, elephant, elephant
Jump over the fence, fence, fence
(insert several more verses here)
Yeah, Shakespeare it ain't.
It jumped so high it hit the sky
DeleteAnd never came down till the fourth of July.